A/N:Hey guys! This chapter is mine. That Random Writer. So, I hope you enjoy. And let us know if you like it so we can continue! I don't know why, but I kind of like how this chapter came out. Maybe it's the rush of blood dripping, and falling on the floor! O_O…I was kidding guys. I was kidding.

Rocky POV

I was sitting on my bed, feeling tired and a little sweaty. After Tinka saw my poem I just bolted. I really didn't like talking about my problems, and I didn't want to discuss the poem. I wasn't even paying attention when I wrote it. It just flowed.

Once Tinka asked about it, I quickly apologized telling her I had to leave, and ran. I didn't bother looking back, but I don't think she followed me. She would have gotten here already. I sighed and sent her a quick text, feeling it would be the right thing to do.

Hey, sorry about earlier. I'm not feeling well. See you tomorrow-Rocky(:

Tinka text me back almost immediately.

Rocky you don't need to lie to me. I know you too well. I know you still miss CeCe. I won't make you talk, but if you ever want to I'm here-*Tinka*

I let out a frustrated scream and threw my phone. 'Am I that predictable?' I wasn't really mad about being predictable, as much as I was mad about it being so obvious that the poem was about CeCe, and my dreams being crushed due to my father. It's all true. I have no more happy in my life.

With that thought I decided to call CeCe and give her a piece of my mind. I grabbed my phone, and I selected her number from my contacts and I waited to hear CeCe's voice. As the phone kept ringing I got more anxious, and scared. I haven't talked to this girl in a while. At least I haven't had a real conversation.

"Hello?" I heard CeCe say just as the phone was about to send me to voice mail. "Hello, *cough cough* Hello, CeCe?" I said clearing my throat as it squeaked the first time. I heard her softly chuckle, and I blushed in embarrassment. "Yeah, hi Rocky, what is it?" I rolled my eyes, and continued.

"Well, I wanted to ask you about this morning-" She cut me off quickly. "Look Rocky, I am really busy right now, I'll call you back when I have time. Okay, bye." She said hanging up. I sighed.

"That is always the excuse I get. She is busy! Said that the last two times too." I angrily punched the wall. I held my hand there for a second then slowly pulled back felling all the pain rush to my knuckles. 'It just isn't fair! I don't see what I did wrong! It's my choice if I want to be a doctor, why should I lose a best friend out of it!?' I thought walking around my room.

"That's it. I am going to talk to her. Important stuff or not we have to talk." I said to no one and started going out my window and down the fire escape to her window. I saw Flynn on the couch watching TV. I tried to open it, but it was locked. 'Big shocker.' I thought, and knocked with the hand I didn't punch the wall with.

Flynn looked up, and when he saw me he looked worried. He tried to walk away, but I yelled out. "I know you see me Flynn!" He froze, then turned around, and let me in. "Sorry Rocky, between you and me, CeCe told me to not let you in if you came, and to keep the window locked."

I stared blankly at him for a minute, before pulling him into a hug. "Thank you Flynn. It will be our little secret. Where's CeCe?" He smiled and pointed to her room. "Alright, now, lock the window, and go to your room. Your sister isn't going to be happy if it's unlocked right?" He nodded, and did as I said before going into his room and locking the door.

I sighed and walked to CeCe's room. I put my ear to the door, and heard nothing. I knocked, and waited. Footsteps. That was all I heard. As the door opened I prepared myself for a punch in the face. "Rocky? Rocky! What…are you doing…here?" CeCe said confused, shocked, and nervous. I smiled. "I need to talk to you."

She looked around nervously again. "I-I'm busy." I made a 'mhm' and she smiled still nervous. "With what? It appears as if you weren't doing anything." I gave her a challenging look. It read 'Lie to me. I dare you.' She got the hint and tried changing the subject.

"How did you get in?" I laughed. "Oh, don't worry. It wasn't the window. That was conveniently locked, thanks to you. But, that's not important. What's important is that you have been avoiding me. Why?" She looked to the floor. "Rocky I-" But, I cut her off. I really wasn't in the mood for anymore lies.

"What have I done CeCe? Did I hurt you? Have I offended you? There is obviously a reason for the way your acting. Go ahead tell me CeCe. Tell me why you all of a sudden decided we weren't best friends anymore! 'No matter what may happen in our lives, You are you, and I am I, I wanna rule the world, you, wanna wake it up, But we're here for each other no matter what' What ever happened to those words, huh CeCe?"

"Rocky." I have had enough of this. "Okay, let's give you the benefit of doubt, and say it isn't your fault. Let's say Candy is making you do this to me. That's it, right CeCe? It isn't your fault, oh no, it's Randy and Candy's fault, because you're so perfect, it couldn't possibly be your fault! Isn't that right CeCe?"

"Rocky!"

"What?! What Is it CeCe!?" She looked up at me with sad eyes. "Y-your bleeding." My eyes widened. "What? Where?" She shook her head and grabbed my hand. I winced at the touch. I hadn't paid much attention to it, once I punched the wall. I was too caught up in my thoughts, but now I can feel it. And it is throbbing in pain.

She grabbed it again, gently. "Relax. Look at it." I looked at my hand in hers and was taken aback by the sight. It was all red, and a little swollen. My knuckles were dripping blood, and most of my hand was covered in lines of blood. I looked at her worried, and she shook her head again. "Follow me."

I didn't follow right away, but when she looked back and told me, "Can't we put our issues aside for a second, to get you cleaned up?" I followed. She took me into her shared bathroom and closed the door. "Sit, on the toilet." Was all she said to me. I obeyed unwillingly.

I closed the top, and sat watching her. She opened the cabinets under the sink pulling out, rubbing alcohol, gauze, a tan colored wrap, and some hydrogen peroxide. "Give me your hand." She said opening the alcohol. "I can take care of myself." I say harshly. I went to cross my arms when my hand hit my arm. I let out a whimper.

"Just let me help you." She said annoyed. "No, I have been fine without you for two months, I don't need you now." I said standing and grabbing the alcohol from her. I poured it on a piece of gauze. I went to put it on my knuckles when she stopped me. "Please, let me help you."

I pulled my non-hurt hand from her grasp. "Why?" She grabbed the gauze, and put it on the counter. "Because I know what to do, and you forgot something. You are going to be in more pain if you don't let me help you." I eyed her curiously. 'Why would she know what to do?' I shrugged it off for now.

"Fine." She smiled and carefully held my hand. She positioned in the sink, and looked to me. "What?" I asked annoyed. "I'm going to turn on the water. If it hurts tell me." I nodded almost feeling bad for snapping at her. She turned it on to warm, and let it rush over my hand.

It hurt at first, but then it stopped. She switched it to hot after a minute and at first it was okay, until it started burning. "Ow. CeCe that hurts." I said through gritted teeth. "Just let it sit for a minute so it can help with any small germs. If it gets to painful I will take it out. Okay?"

I tried my best to keep my face in the same boring expression, as the water burned my hand. I started thinking about CeCe's tone. She spoke soft, and reassuringly. 'I am not a baby, I don't need to be talked to so softly.' I thought. But, as I registered my thoughts something clicked.

'Maybe, I'm being too defensive. CeCe is just trying to help. Maybe, she feels bad.' At that thought I smiled and decided to be a little nicer. I looked to my hand, it had been washed of all the dripping blood. Now all that was bloody was my knuckles. She turned off the water, and pulled my hand out.

She dabbed it dry, and picked up the alcohol filled gauze. "I don't know CeCe, I think I just want peroxcide." I said thinking of how it will sting. "That won't heal the cut. It will prevent it from getting better. Alcohol will hurt, just not too much. Don't worry."

I then felt weak. Like I had showed her I was scared, and I didn't want that. She may be helping me, but I'm still upset with her. "Oh, I thought it was the other way around." I tried playing it off. She held back a laughed and smirked at my attempt. I rolled my eyes and watched as she brought it closer to my hand.

She held the gauze above my knuckles and looked to me. "Ready?" I took a deep breath and nodded. I closed my eyes tight, as CeCe put the alcohol on my knuckles. It burned. A lot. I grunted at the contact an opened my eyes.

I was met with CeCe's concerned eyes. She looked at me, and I stared back. "Does it hurt?" She whispered, not breaking eye contact. I nodded and bit my lip, trying to not make more noise. "Sorry." She said. I shook my head at that. "It's not your fault." I said breathlessly.

She nodded and turned her attention, back to my hand. I looked too. The once white gauze was red. I was a little frightened by the sight. She pulled the gauze away, and put a fresh piece with nothing on it, onto my hand. She then wrapped my whole hand in the tan wrap. She looked up to me, and asked me a question.

"How did you do this?" I stared at her for a second wondering if I should tell her, and decided, ' why not?' "I punched a wall, before I came over here." She looked surprised but shook it off. "Why?" 'Oh, wouldn't you like to know.' I thought before answering.

"Funny story actually, I was just upstairs thinking about my 'best friend' when I got so upset, and angry about how she never talks to me anymore, because she is too busy with my enemy. Interesting how life works, isn't it?"

She stared back at me like I had two heads. Her hand slowly dropped from mine. "Rocky is that how you feel? Is that what you think is going on here?" CeCe said stepping closer. "No, it's not what I think. It's what I know. I see it. I'm not clueless. Ever since I told you I don't want to be a dancer, you just stopped."

She closed her eyes and breathed in a breath of air before responding. "Rocky, it's just that…it's complicated. I just wanted to take time to focus on my dreams, since I wouldn't be doing them with you anymore." I heard what she said, but missed the last part. "What was that?"

"Nothing!"She said quickly putting her arms up. "I just want to know why you shut me out." She sighed again and looked to the floor. "I just wanted to get used to not being able to turn to you whenever I need you." I just looked at her, with that.

"So, that means you don't need me anymore." I couldn't believe this. "Y-yes." I shook my head. "Wow. Of all things, I never thought that would hurt so much. Fine. I guess…we're done here. I thought we could regain somewhat of a friendship, but I wouldn't want to get in your way of you trying to get over me."

"Rocky, that isn't what I meant!" I stuck my hand up. "Save it, I wouldn't want you to waste your breath on something you don't need." She looked up at me, and I just walked away.

I was done with the hurt. Done with the lies. I was done with CeCe.

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